“No!” Sebastian blurted out, his hands reaching out as if he could somehow physically stop what was happening.
“It’s not like that—Hazel, please, just let me explain.”
But Hazel’s eyes were cold now, with no hint of the woman who had once adored him. “Explain? There’s nothing left to explain.
You and I? We’re done.”
Sebastian’s face crumpled. “What do you mean, done?”
Hazel looked him square in the eyes.
“I’m filing for divorce. And Zoey?” She turned to her sister, whose tear-streaked face showed nothing but regret. “You are dead to me.”
“Hazel, please,” Zoey begged, her voice breaking, “it wasn’t serious!
It just… happened.”
“Just happened?” Hazel’s voice trembled. “You’re my sister. You’re supposed to have my back.
But instead, you’re here—throwing yourself at my husband?” Her face hardened, and she let out a deep breath. “I’m done with both of you.”
The room went silent, the weight of Hazel’s words sinking in. Sebastian looked like he wanted to argue, but he must’ve realized there was no point.
As I listened from the other end of the line, my heart ached for Hazel.
The betrayal she had uncovered in a single night was almost unbearable. But there she was, standing tall, reclaiming her strength.
Hazel turned on her heel, leaving them both in stunned silence. She didn’t look back.
That night, Hazel’s house remained quiet and dark, but I knew her world had changed forever.
She had taken her power back — but the cost was heavy.
And as her friend, all I could do was be there for her, to help her pick up the pieces of a life torn apart by betrayal.
